"Blossoms fall, do what we may; like swallows returning, I seem to have seen you before! Based solely on these lines, the Young Master's lament on spring shall be ranked the finest of all such works in Da Qian!" Zhao Qinghuan said, struggling to suppress her inner agitation.
Nearby, Lin Wan remained silent. It was not that she was dissatisfied with the verse; rather, the poetry was so exquisite that she was utterly spellbound.
"Since Miss Zhao has given it such high praise, it naturally deserves the title of the finest," Ye Tian said.
Chapter 32